Seeing that Eulaugolg could be in trouble soon, Galvan circles around the interposing guard to crash into the guards and cut off their approach.
Grahsvein's bolt hits the guard, knocking him off the rock, and sending him crashing to the ground below, where he does not get up.
Graz's bow sings out like the piper,
and everyone stays in fear of this neighborhood sniper
She drops the guard.
The final two guards throw down thier weapons. They drop to thier knees and begin blubbering, "Please! Spare our lives! We are only simple farmers earning a weekend pay! We have families!" If one looks into the carts, the halflings are gone.
"Heh heh, you groveling sycophants. Perhaps we will allow you to continue on with your pitiable existences. Then again," he says with a malicious grin, "perhaps we won't."
He then draws his sickle, his eyes darting about the area more than usual as he moves towards the begging guards.
Anyone looking into the carts finds 2 platinum, 54 gold, 7 silver, 3 copper, and an assortment of goods. These include buttons, silk, carpets, furs, books, cutlery, spices, baskets, pots, pans, planks of wood, tools, empty backpacks, sacks, instruments, glass, traveler's cloaks, wide-brim hats, pikes, waterskins, etc.
Elaugolg:
Looking into the carts you find nothing unusual, except the goods described above. Looking down the road, you see nothing of interest, except plumes of smoke rising from house of a town in the distance.
"Halflings are snnecky prey". "WE hurry to town before halfling go there and warn town". "Kill the humons we have or tie them to tree and eat them latter, yes?"
Elaugolg walks up to Graz, and tells him, in a voice low enough that the prisoners can't hear, "Now, Graz, we can't kill them yet. We need them to get us into the town. Two deaths now, or many deaths later. Your choice, Graz."
Sullenly lowers head and kicks dirt on the ground. "ok."
Galvan looks around.
"Did we get alla them?"
Grasvein hesitates for a moment.
DM:
Grasvein: Get down. I can't do diplomacy with you in control.
Agulcheryl: Bah. I will eventually get FULL control.
Grasvein: But not today.
"I'll do it." He whispers.
Grahsvien takes the initiative and steps forward, killing one of the guards. He looks at the other. "You. Lead us to the village. Now."
The quavering human silently walks to one cart, mounts, and awaits further command.
Grahsvien takes the initiative and steps forward, killing one of the guards. He looks at the other. "You. Lead us to the village. Now."
The quavering human silently walks to one cart, mounts, and awaits further command.
Grasvein glares at the human, climbing into the cart and sitting directly behind the guard.
Elaugolg climbs into the cart and puts on one of the traveler's cloaks and a hat.
Cart 1:
. K P
. G B
Cart 2:
M M D
M M .
Hurry blood and flame call for us.
"Start driving, slave. We need to get to town as soon as possible."
"Okay" mutters the guard, and sets the horses forward. He attempts to start conversations throughout the trip* but stops after constant smacking in the back of the head. The day progresses, and by nightfall, you are about half a mile from the town.
*such as "So, you guys from out of town?" or "Hey, I know a great diner down the street.."
The party reaches the front gates of the town. The guards are chatting amiably, and barely notice as the cart passes, until one glances over...
"Hey! It's Billy! How is everything buddy?"
"Oh... you know. Goin' well."
"Yeah, really? What you got in the cart?"
"Ahem... some... uh.. food. From the farms farther out. Look,I'm in a hurry so.." Bluff=13
"No problem, but you should stop by my house some time before you leave, you know, remember the good ol' days."Insight=1
"yeah.. sure. I'll see you."
After this exchange, and you procede down the main road of the village, 'Billy' looks back into the cart. "Hey.. uh.. what should I do now?" Meanwhile, Graz has found an old map of the town in one of the boxes of the cart.
Graene whispers to the others, "We can't kill him, someone would find the body."
He says to the guard, "Leave. I'd get out of town if I were you. Do not come back, or tell anyone, or a curse shall be brought on you so that you shall never find peace, even after you are long dead. LEAVE!" His eyes glow blue for a moment.
"uhh... yeah sure.. whatever." The guard leaves the area. A few seconds later you hear the sound of running feet, and "Billy? Hey! Billy what's up?!"
Preps bow and gets ready to spring up to attack.
"Wiz-wyrm tell uz wherz andz whenz to attack".
^ This is the map ^
*bump*
halflings mark secret way in at back of town, but just inside of front gate to the left iz sleeping people we go there first to start killing, yes.
"Well, it's a tad close to the barracks, and we won't have surprise for long. But, let the guards come. Let the fools awaken. They shall all be cut down.
Galvan gets out of the cart and stretches. He walks over to the gate and takes his rope to secure the gate.
"It'll create more panic when they figger out they can't get away."
Damn. I hate macs. None of the image uploaders have been working, but I will keep trying.
"let start slaughter at guard shack the rest be easy catch" Notches two arrows and looks for the nearest guard.
Graz sees nobody to snipe, as it is dark, and everyone is sleeping.
The jail is next to the barracks, as seen by the small writing, "bad people" next to it. You guys can see that you are right outside of the Six Monks Bar.
"If we're lookin' for more panic 'n chaos ta cause, I'm goin' over ta tha well ta cut tha rope and dump tha buckets inside. I'm thinkin' a fire on tha other side a' town will be a big distraction while tha jail break is on. 'Specially when they can't get no water ta fight tha fire. Anybody wanna go with?"
Galvan looks to grab some extra torches from the gate guard post before heading out.
"Sure, I'll come along. Better than just sitting here and talking, in any case. Hey, before we go, can I borrow a torch? I didn't bring one, and since we're going to be setting things on fire..."
"I sets the cart on fire too and send down the street". snickering under his breath "fire, fire burning bright, mortals screaming in your light, ash and soot shows your might......hehehehehe....
Graz sees nobody to snipe, as it is dark, and everyone is sleeping.